"Student Hua, where is your hometown?" Lu Mo asked again, and Tang Yuanyuan and Tiedan had just passed by.

Hua Xiaolou put down the soup bowl and replied politely: "My home is in a small mountain village in western Hunan."

"Xiangxi is a good place, with very beautiful scenery, but your Mandarin is very standard. It is the most standard Mandarin native I have ever seen." Lu Mo praised.

People in Hunan Province speak Mandarin more or less, with a strong local accent, such as the great mao**, which mouthful of Hunan Province is famous all over the world!

But Hua Xiaolou's Mandarin is very standard. Although the Erhua sound is not obvious, he cannot hear that he is from Hunan Province at most. At most, he only thinks he is from the southerner.

"Thank you for your praise." Hua Xiaolou whispered, and his heart was alert.

Lu Mo's eyes looked the same as those of an eagle. He had to be careful not to miss any flaws.

"What ethnic group is Hua? There are a lot of ethnic minorities in western Hunan!" Lu Mo asked again.

"I'm a Tujia."

"Then you should have a lot of brothers and sisters, and ethnic minorities can give birth to more people." Lu Mo smiled very casually, making people relax unknowingly.

Hua Xiaolou did not dare to relax and answered according to the form filled out when he was admitted, "I have six siblings, I am the old and youngest in the family, with five older brothers and sisters on it."

Lu Mo's eyes looked at his white and tender hands, and his smile became meaningful, "It seems that your five brothers and sisters are very nice to you, so they must rarely let you do farm work, right?"

Hua Xiaolou's heart skipped a beat, followed Lu Mo's gaze, moved to his hand, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Oops!

He subconsciously retracted his hand into his sleeve, but when he thought about it, he felt that he was trying to cover it up, so he stretched out again, with slender and fair skin, smooth and delicate bones, and very uniform joints, which was completely in line with the book's description of the artist's hand.

It is indeed a bit abnormal to have such hands born in a boy from a poor mountain village.

But these hands were unexpectedly matched with Hua Xiaolou, making people feel that people like him must have such hands. If Hua Xiaolou's hands are as black and thick as other rural people, and are full of calluses, they are like cows chewing peonies, and they are disappointed.

"Yes, my brothers and sisters are very nice to me and don't let me do any work."

Hua Xiaolou said two special things intentionally, emphasizing how good his brothers and sisters are to him, but they seem a little deliberate. Lu Mo smiled slightly, but his eyes became colder.

"Then you are quite happy, you have such good brothers and sisters." Ye Qingqing said with a smile, not doubting Hua Xiaolou's words.

Because Hua Xiaolou is in such a poor health, it is normal for her brothers and sisters to take care of him and not let him work. She thinks there is nothing suspicious about it.

But this is because she has not lived in the countryside.

Although Lu Mo had never lived in the countryside, he had been on a business trip and lived in a mountain village in western Hunan for a while. He learned about life there and was very suspicious of Hua Xiaolou's words.

It is absolutely impossible to do nothing at least.

No matter how much his brothers and sisters care for him, Hua Xiaolou's family background does not allow him to be a noble young man who lives in poverty.

Of course, the mountain villages in western Hunan are not all poor, and there must be those with superior families, but Hua Xiaolou wore patched clothes at college, which shows that his family background is definitely very poor, and he has no conditions to live in a pampered life.

It is impossible to raise a pair of white and tender hands!

This kind of hand is not in line with Hua Xiaolou's life experience at all.
Chapter completed!